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And the void reaches out to paw at another.
You weren't there, and I knew something was wrong. You didn't come, and I knew something had stopped you, halted you in your tracks, took what precious little momentum you had and sapped it like water saps the strength out of crude flesh limbs.
I long to reach out, to grant a bit of rest, a hair of respite against this storm. To allow the Champion to stand in your place for a moment, as he often itches to do.
Instead I bellow to the four winds Why? Why again, why now, why to this soul that endures, and endures, and can do nothing about that which batters?
Like all things, this too shall pass. Some will rise, others fall, and still others will ascend.
But that doesn't stop the watcher. Doesn't stop the simple desire to comfort. But sometimes that's not needed, not wanted.. not wanted..
Wanted.
We all need to feel wanted sometimes. But now is not that time.

So I watch. And the Champion paces. And perhaps,...
perhaps we'll see the end of this cycle.

- K.